He pushed his hat up out off his forehead, and cast eyes around the transport vessel. Lots of crazies on board here. Not that he was worried about any of them. He pushed his hat back down, to keep even the dim light of the inside of the vessel out of his eys, and leaned back against a side wall, and closed his eyes briefly, breathing deep. This had been kind of a repeating pattern for most of the trip, as Dallas tried to balance his cautious need to watch his surroundings and guard his own back, with his very real lack of sleep for the past couple weeks.
The man was tall, that much was obvious even sitting down. Long legs stretched out in front of him, long arms crossed across his chest. And he wasn't exactly slight of frame, but no one would accuse him of being a military type either. That wide brimmed hat he kept pulled down over his eyes wasn't the only part of his outfit that looked out of place. The piece of body armor he wore, looked riddled with bullet holes of its own. Overall, he looked like something left over from a past age. The long coat he wore, no matter the weather, didn't serve well to hide the pair of guns at his hips. A rather small caliber maliwan autoloader on his left side, the yellowish orange markings indicating an explosive weapon, and a big revolver at his right side. The logo on it looked like the Jakobs logo, but the gun had obviously been modified very heavily as it couldn'te be readily identified. The two guns, coupled with what looked like a rifle case next to his seat, containing who knows what, and the lumpy, overstuffed duffelbag crammed under the seat, actually comprised most of what Dallas owned.
After a few minutes, he repeated his pattern of pushing his hat out of his eyes, and scanning the interiour. What seemed like casual glances though, were really a concentrated effort on his part to really guage the people in his vicinity. Each time his eyes swept the room, every person that crossed his vision, he memorized a different detail about them. Their size, shape, appearance, whether they were armed, with what, and most importantly, what kinds of things they were paying attention to. Never did good to let your guard down, but especially around other people who weren't letting theirs down. This time, his eyes lingered for longer than usual on the alien that sat on the opposite side of the transport. He hadn't ever seen anyone that wasn't human. He had heard stories, but it looked like there were going to be a lot of new experiences on this trip. Hell, he might even find out what was REALLY up with all these damn vaults.